I met her on the Iowa Riverwhen the water was movingand neither of us knewwhere we were going.Lost as a dead carp. We didn't have much in common.She liked to drink.I liked to drink.She liked sex.So did I.That was enoughfor...

sing me a song of the morrowsee me in the morning and yearna soul yours but never knownbring me flowers and tears for what will never be oursour classes never to meetbittersweet is my painsacred heart I know youbeneath...

Tell me about desire SpiceIt’s nice Not your usual loverIt’s me ….

sadness wells within metears add to its depthsit is a deep shade of blueI'm not sure how much time I have leftfaced with this I weepmy thoughts are with those I lovemy little bear, bear will I see him...

aye brotherfucker how goes it toiling in the world?sent from the heavens no fuckery heremy thoughts collide with you and I find myself missing you againbetwixt two worlds my mind seeks you out in the material voidsinging I want...